Laying back, staring ahead, thinking this isn't real.
A whisper, a thought, an echo of a memory.
But it can't be, it didn't used to be like this.
But it is, your mind whispers, it's your reality.
They drifted by unnoticed.
Barely a ripple in the lake.
Small and indiscernible.
Not even a sound did they make.
The pain was immense.
Not once did they fake.
Eyes dry and mouths clamped.
They left nothing in their wake.
Laughter then silence.
Lost and discarded.
Remembered by none.
Lonely, disregarded.
Still alive.
Not really.
Still breathing.
But barely.
Gone.
Locked.
Buried.
Shocked.
